He loves all things Mickey, and so this equates to his constant need to stare at his crotch and point Mickey out to me. Ha!
Hey, I figure, at least if we’re gonna stay at home, we’re gonna have fun doing it. And boy, do we ever have fun! (Even if it’s the mismatched kind.)
(P.S. Continued prayers, thoughts, good mojo and positivity are still needed for a speedy resolution to the #BRESMA orphanage situation in Haiti. Fire up everything ya got, please. Many thanks!)
Never miss a thing! Subscribe today for all kinds of crazy parenting fun!